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Sadness at the Hands of the Authorities

Wednesday afternoon will be a tough one for Gibbs and Ziva.

Their annual trip to the vet begins around 3:30 pm, dependent on the human’s agile ability to get them into their pet carrier.

During this trip, the two will sing the song of their people and stress over the odor of unknown feline and dog butt. The authorities will poke, probe, and weigh the chubby Queen and her svelte court jester. Both will bear the humility of a needle shoved into their skin. They will cry an aria from Pagliacci, shed excessive hair, and refuse to get back into their carrier for fear of the painful ride home in the four-wheel contraption.

On that note, a reading from the sad cat diary is in order…

Funny, the diary didn’t mention anything about a trip to the vet, but I have a feeling someone is going to puke three times upon their arrival home.

I will make Gibbs and Ziva attempt a purr by petting them with two hands.

And ensure them that the nice authorities will negate their sadness with a treat and promise of a better tomorrow.

14 responses to Sadness at the Hands of the Authorities

What a riot that sad cat diary is! My cats embarrass me with their crying inside the carrier. I will never understand people who go on and on about how their pets love going to see the vet! What is wrong with you people?!

I have only had one cat that didn’t cry on his way to the vet – Harley. On the other hand, his roommate Willie howled like no other. Sounded like someone was killing him. I’ve only heard of one cat that wasn’t afraid of the vet…my boss and her husband had a cat that was leash trained. He would walk into the vet’s without a care in the world.

I am so sorry for all of you. It stresses me to no end getting Theo to the vet, so I can’t imagine taking 2!!!!! Theo seems to develop many more than 4 legs when I’m trying to get him into the carrier … and then once at the vet’s, he won’t come out … miraculously clinging to the sides while we have the carrier tipped door side down trying to dump him out.

While yours decide to puke when they return home, Theo shows his displeasure by soiling himself in the carrier while we’re driving home. The smell is divine

My thoughts will be with you as you go courageously into battle tomorrow afternoon.

Sad Cat Diary is hilarious. Who knew that the truth could be so funny. We know that song so well. My wife took MiMi and MuMu last Friday. MuMu is still periodically hiding. That is the longest ride for the human driver.

Ha! If they have their own numbered set of rules, they are not sharing them with me. Although Gibbs acts more like Tony most often, he used his Gibbs name in inflicting a scratch to the face of the vet this afternoon. The vet had just cleaned his butt and held him 2 seconds too long. Serves the vet right.